Vol. 3, Issue 7

“She wakes up to find a gathering of matriarchs: the ones that tear switches from the hickory tree, the ones that bring pain, the ones that bask beneath the approving gaze of the messiah.”

-Kim Conrey, “Messiah”

Chattel | Fiction

Chattel | Fiction

So Mariasha tells me we are going to a party a friend of hers is throwing. Triste? I can’t think of her name, she’s a friend of hers so I know she’ll look similar. Mari surrounds herself with girls that look like her, red-boned, thick, and with big hips. Made for...
Messiah | Nonfiction

Messiah | Nonfiction

He’s benevolent. He’s right. No, righteous. He tells Melanie her beautiful son with the bright red curls and pink cheeks—the newest parishioner—is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He shakes hands. He shakes his wife until her teeth crack together. He tells us, “In...
#MeToo | Visual Art

#MeToo | Visual Art

Oil, Acrylic, Mixed Media Medusa was a victim, but we don’t remember her as that. Individuals who are sexually assaulted and raped are not the ones to be blamed. The texts within this piece are all taken from news reports, individual accounts, and tweets talking about...